action;

[punchedhitler]

[He had to go out at some point - mostly to get clothes, but also to run errands like food and walk the dog and finally meet Bucky up at the Blue Light for when Bucky gets off his shift.

He can't believe he's wearing a dress, but that's all Rosella had to lend him, so a dress is what he's wearing. He supposes in this body it's not so bad, right?

He hopes, anyway. This dress shows off a lot of his legs. Luckily he's not wearing heels, too. ]




[ooc: action only please, but feel free to meet him out and about or even at the Blue Light! Hit on him, come on, you know you want tooooo]

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[yourbestguysgun]

I don't know, I don't think it's a lie, you're just choosing not to disclose, hell of a difference.

[miss_america]

I should decide, shouldn't I?

[yourbestguysgun]

What are the options?

[miss_america]

I admit to people on the street who I am?

[But he's pressed against Bucky, no sign of moving]

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope, no can do, you'd have to leave and that would be the opposite of what we want here.

[miss_america]

[He just mulls on it. Quiet. Stevelike]

[yourbestguysgun]

You don't have to tell anybody.

[miss_america]

It can just be us.

[Steve's gotten a lot more private since Rebirth, anyway.]

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't care what you do or don't do, as long as it doesn't end up making you feel bad. I know you, Steve.

[miss_america]

I wish these were easy questions.

[He just presses against Bucky]

[yourbestguysgun]

Nothing important is ever easy.

[ The song ends, but Bucky doesn't let go, just lifts a hand to Steve's cheek. ]

[miss_america]

Joining the army - that was an easy decision.

[yourbestguysgun]

Only because you've been wanting to for like as long as I knew you. You jumped at the chance.

[miss_america]

Going behind enemy lines when you were captured.

[He could have died doing that....]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, you're a headcase.

[ Bucky would have done the same. ]

[miss_america]

[His voice drops a little]

Crashing the plane.

[yourbestguysgun]

None of these easy decisions seemed to work out for you, Rogers.

[ He's frowning now, grip gone a little bit tighter, protective. ]

[miss_america]

There isn't a plane here, Barnes.

[But he honestly doesn't mind.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, I know.

[ He should have been there, it's still all he can think about sometimes. ]

[miss_america]

[He knows how close he is to ruining a lot of things, so he just keeps quiet for another second]

It's all right that nothing is easy, you know.

[yourbestguysgun]

I can't help wishing it could be.

[ Bucky's fingers drift, stroking carefully along Steve's back. ] We don't fucking deserve half the shit we slog though.

[miss_america]

[Sometimes Steve thinks they do. That they deserve the heartache and the trouble and the pain, because the things that are effortless, it's the things that should be wrong, but feel right.

But he can't say that.]

Mmhmm.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky ends up watching him quietly instead of speaking, like Steve is a puzzle he's always one step away from working out. ]

I don't care what's hard and what's not as long as I have this, y'know that, right?

[miss_america]

I love you too, you goon.

[Sometimes what goes on in Steve Rogers head is a puzzle even to himself.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ It breaks the tension, Bucky's smile returning, and he pulls Steve closer, whirls him around in something that should get his feet broken.

But well, Bucky has him, he's safe that way. ]

You're the biggest punk, I swear.